Boundless


When the saintly John Fletcher, Vicar of Madeley, was on his deathbed, a friend came to comfort him, singing "Now, I Have Found The Ground Wherein." (A Zinzendorf hymn, translated by John Wesley.)

One beautiful stanza concludes with, "While Jesus' blood through earth and skies, Mercy, free, boundless mercy cries."

To this, his face brightened and he replied with a smile, "Boundless! Boundless! Boundless!"

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